In the train carriage aisle, there were already fewer passengers than when it stopped.
Lanci and Talia walked through carrying suitcases, their footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.
"Sir, Miss, please show your tickets and identification."
A young attendant in uniform stood in front of them, politely blocking the way.
Although the direction of the war has now been moving toward negotiations, there will be a period of turmoil, both internally and externally for the empire, during which long-distance identity checks have been particularly strict.
"Here."
Lanci reached into the pocket of his gray coat, pulling out tickets for him and Talia, then turned to take the documents from Talia's hands, smiling warmly as he handed them over.
"..."
The attendant's gaze rested on Lanci's face for an extra second, seemingly admiring this well-mannered noble.
